Bob’s Journal

The prospect of a warm, windless day in January was more than enough to unshackle me from my desk, grab my paddle and launch …

Sometimes things don’t work out quite the way we’d planned them. Last year, I loaded my kayak onto the bed of my pickup and …

I spent some time in the woods last week, a camera I hoped to use judiciously hanging from my neck and a gun I …

I awoke at 3:30 this morning, dreaming my backyard was filled with deer. In my dream, I stepped out onto the deck to find …

At the pinnacle of my career success, I knew beyond any doubt that everything I had ever done toward my chosen field had prepared …

A summer weekday with humidity levels and air temperatures both in the mid-eighties led me to believe it was a perfect day to grab …

I am convinced that the hummingbirds frequenting my feeders communicate with me. No, the heat hasn’t affected my good senses. After all, it’s not …

Poised like paratroopers on D-Day,‭ ‬we waited for our signal to jump,‭ ‬to make the leap of our lives,‭ ‬the one we had trained …

My bird feeders are hubs of activity each winter and into the early days of spring. Every year seems to attract new animals. There …

I sat on a knoll concealed by trees and brushes on the edge of my deer woods one early fall morning. Straight ahead was …